and breathe softball.
I crave the feeling of adrenaline and exhilaration every time I walk out on the field.
It is something to focus on without having to remember I just got yelled at, or that I bombed my last history test. Both my parents work a lot, so my life seems to revolve around my little brother. Making sure he gets from here to there. Are his chores done? Did he do his homework?
Pretty ordinary wouldn't you say?
But if Emily died, I would die.
If one of my parents died, I wouldn't know how to survive.
If I became crippled....I can't even imagine...
I would have no purpose. How could I live?
On the other hand......I graduate this year!
What if Em and I move in with her sister?
I am going off to college, how will I handle myself?
I am growing up....am I ready?